My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

and warm for two hours while they had been managing luggage and a waiting Uber and a great deal of frustration.

“Dad,” he said. “Why? Why do all this?”

“Because yesterday your wife told me I was too crude for your table. Too ethnic. Too working-class for the atmosphere she had planned. And you stood in the next room and said nothing.” I let that sit continue reading …